Hey readers:) this is just a little Lorien Legacies: I am Number four one-shot of after the war. No real spoilers since I'm changing the whole endgame. I think I'm turning this into a collection of one shots because I already have another one (Six/Nine) and would like to write more.

I'll take prompts from people if you want to review one or Pm me. I prefer Six/Nine, Seven/Eight, Nine/Ten (little sister relationship or romantic, they're both adorable), Four/Nine (friendship including lots of Jonny-boy's:), and anything Ten centric because since she's young there is more room for her life to develop. So yeah:)

Prompt: The war has ended, earth is saved. The guard return to a rebuilt John Hancock center and get a surprise in their chests. Blue gel-like orbs that produce clips of the Garde's trip to Earth. One shot.

"What's going on?" Number seven mumbles as she trudges out from the bedrooms, still dressed in her pajamas. She rubs tiredly at her eyes and flinches away from the bright light of the windows as she nearly collapses onto the couch beside Eight, where everyone is gathered.

Beside Eight is Six, with Sam squished next to her and Ella perched on the armrest. On the other couch is Four, with Sarah on his lap, and Nine lounging beside them. All the chests in the Garde's possession, Number four, seven, eight, nine and ten's, were in front of them and all opened except for Marina's.

"I was just about to come wake you up" Eight says smiling softly at Marina as she curls up beside him in attempt to go back to sleep.

"God, why?" Marina asks horrified as if Eight told her he was about to burn down the place. "We just won a war, people. You can't sleep in at least until, say, not sunrise?"

Eight chucks along with some of the other Garde and leans down to capture her lips in a kiss.

"Nooo" Marina mumbles pulling her lips away from the kiss and tucking her head under his chin where it rests on his chest.

Eight chuckles. "You don't want me to kiss you?" He asks as if she were proposing he not breathe.

"Not now, I'm tired" she grumbles curling into his side. "Sleep now, kiss later." Eights smile warms and he tucks an arm around he to keep her close.

"We found something new in all our chests" Ella tells her, no longer the young girl she was at the beginning of the war. She was now fourteen and had developed the legacy of manipulating water and recently levitation. She was still getting used to it though, and floated a few inches off the arm of the couch every couple minutes.

"These little gel balls that stick together. John's are purple, Six's are orange, Eight's are
green, Nine's are blue and mine are pink" Number ten continues "Eight was going to wake you up so we could get yours too."

Marina yawns and reaches forward to place her hand on her chest. It unlocks immediately and with the click, number seven flops back down on the couch and proceeds to use Eights arm as a pillow. Nine leaps up and sorts through the contents of the chest all while mumbling how typical it was that Marina got all the awesome weapon inheritance instead of him. "Ha!" Nine announces as he scoops up a handful of little yellow balls that look like marble sized orbees.

He hands them to Six, who has the rest of the spheres. They connect immediately as if magnetized, and proceed to float out of her hands to the center of the room in a growing multicolored blob. Number four shifts uneasily, already prepared to throw himself in front of Sarah if the object were dangerous. Sarah senses the change and laughs. "John, they're little rainbow colored balls, I doubt they're going to kill any of us" she says kissing his cheek affectionately.

He settles somewhat but doesn't totally relax. "Almost everything in there is dangerous" he reminds his girlfriend but she just rolls her eyes.

"Scared of a little multicolored ball, Johnny boy?" Nine taunts from across the room. Four just throws Nine a mildly annoyed but amused look. No one could be in a bad mood now, not after the war was finally over.

The blob of color expands to about the size of a yoga ball, then the inside if it flickers as if it were the beginning to an old fashion black and white movie. "What the hell?" Six asks.

Each member of the Garde's image appears flickers on their colored sphere. They blur out until the whole blob forms a picture.

An object appears that turns into a small human. He-it was a he- looked to be about five and was in a small room with while carpet and grey slanted walls. An assortment of discarded board games lay untouched in the corner. The kid has dark brown eyes with a troublesome tint to them and a matching half smirk. A scruffy tuft of black hair adorns the top of his two foot tall head. He continues to stack a collection of blocks into a tower as he glares at them.

"Holy shit" Nine whispers into the silence.

"Is that you, Nine?" Marina asks, now fully alert.

The Garde in question nods slowly. "Holy hell, it is" he mumbles. "I remember this! This is one of my favorite memories actually."

"This must be, like, motivational clips for you guys" Sarah guesses with a shrug "you know, if you were still fighting the war. You would watch your own little bubble movie clips and be encouraged to fight harder. I guess the elders thought the war wouldn't come until later and didn't think you'd need them until now."

There's silence as everyone mulls over and accepts Sarah's hypothesis. All eyes turn back to the 'screen' as little Nine huffs and angrily climbs to his feet. He makes a noise just short of a battle cry and kicks the block tower with all his five year old might so that they're sent flying.

"Oh my god, Nine, you were so cute" Ella gasps with a giggle.

Nine glowers at his younger self, glaring at the adorable future warrior. He was dangerous, the most ferocious of the Garde. Even though all that is true, the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

"Ferocious even back then, I see" Eight comments with a smirk. Nine just nods proudly at his younger self.

A small girl with grey eyes the same age as little Nine comes to stand next to him. Her little brow is knitted together in confusion and her dark hair is in pigtails. Her frown makes her chubby cheeks stick out a little bit more.

"Six!?" Sam exclaims from his seat on the other side of the couch from her. Six sinks farther back against the couch hoping to sink into it and crosses her arms over her chest. "You're so adorable" he chuckles.

Six lashes out and smacks his arm but gently (because a real smack from Six involves stitches). "I am not adorable" she grumbles, her expression almost identical to the one displayed in the bubble. Sam bites back a grin and turns back to the screen.

"What's wrong, Nine?" Little Six asks in a bright angelic voice. Sam bites back an 'awww' because he knows it could result in a black eye.

"Four took my marshmallow gun" Nine says angrily, kicking down the remains of his block tower.

Little six looks more confused. "But I thought it was Fours?" She asks and Nine shrugs, the answer obviously yes. "And haven't you been playing with it since we got on the ship?" She asks innocently.

"Yeah, so? He was a meanie about it when Sandor made me give it to him" Nine grumbles.

Little Six's innocent expression morphs into one that makes her eyes sparkle with trouble and her grin wide. "Let's get him" she proposes with an evil giggle.

nine smirks from where he proudly watches his younger self. "Violence is always the answer" he muses with a mischievous grin.

John laughs from where he sits on the couch beside Nine. "I was the victim of both of you, even back then" he says shaking his head amused.

"Well you've been an ass since back then" Nine answers simply with a smirk.

Johns eyebrows rise tauntingly. He was enjoying himself far too much when he asked "Don't you mean I've been a meanie since then?"

Nine glares at him halfheartedly. "Yes" he answers simply. "Why do you think I have to kick your ass now? It's to make up for when I couldn't do it back then."

John cracks a smile and Six laughs. "We were plotting against you even back then" she muses.

The image blurs, and refocuses on little number four shooting little marshmallows at stuffed animals lined up in a row.

Everyone turns to Sarah, whose phone makes a 'snap' as she takes a picture of little John. She sees John's expression. "Oh come on, I couldn't resist. You were so cute, John" she says luring his lips into a kiss, making him forget about the picture that would soon be her phone's wallpaper.

Little Six and Nine crouch behind a backless bookcase, whispering. Every minute or so, Six or Nine would pulls a book out of the case and peer at John to make sure he was still there. They each take their positions at either end of the bookcase and wait as Nine counts down from three on his fingers.

With a battle cry from them both, they lunge at a startled Four. Six gets to him first and tackles him, already consumed with giggles. Four manages to fight back and they wrestle on the floor for a moment. Nine grabs Four's discarded marshmallow gun from the ground and rapid fire shoots Four in the face.

By the time someone finally hears, the young Garde are in a dog pile laughing, wrestling and eating marshmallows. A cêpan comes into the room. It's Henri, Four's cêpan, who was known as Brandon at the time.

Four goes rigid at the sight of Henri, but Sarah leans her head on his chest until she can hear his erratic heartbeat calm down. The image of the giggling children blur out to be replaced with another. A smaller Marina sits in the corner curled up much like she was now. Her soft brown hair hid her chubby face as she pouted.

Eight is grinning ear to ear as he turns back to Marina who partially hides her bright pink face behind his shoulder. He just laughs and turns back to the image. A little tanned boy with a mop of curly hair that falls into his bright green eyes walks over and plops down on the floor next to her.

"Why are you sad?" Little Eight asks, his voice not as innocent as Nine's was, but still younger sounding.

Little Marina peers up through her wet eyelashes. Her lip quivers as she looks over Eight as if wondering if she could trust him. "I miss my momma and daddy" she finally says soft voice.

The young Garde's brow knits as wiggles his way into the corner with her as Marina looks adorably taken aback. "I miss mine sometimes too" Eight tells her "but I have Reynolds now and my parents wouldn't want me to be upset. Yours wouldn't want you to be sad either."

The small Loric blinks back her wet eyelashes and she mulls over Eights reasoning. "I guess" she says tentatively as she brushes her tears away with her small hand.

"Wanna go play tag with me and One?" The boy asks after leaping energetically to his feet and holding his hand out to help Marina up. "I'm number Eight, by the way."

Marina pushes her hair back behind her ears and takes Eights hand as she tries out a smile. "Okay, Eight. I'm number Seven."

The gel beads blur together until the individual colors drop to the ground in small, neat piles.

"So that's it?" Six asks from the couch.

"I guess" Four replies sounding equally as relaxed about it.

Sarah smiles at the Garde. "You were all so adorable. Six and Nine plotting against John, and you could already tell Marina and Eight would get together even at that age" she says biting her lip to keep from 'aww'ing as Eight kisses Marina with a grin.

"Do you think it'll ever show us any other memories?" Nine asks as he inspects the little spheres and tries to connect them together for the same results but nothing happens.

"Maybe" Four shrugs "I guess we'll just have to wait and find out."